Somehow the diet that I was so dedicated to for awhile seems to have disintegrated at about the same time my blender did. Since I couldn't stick to the Slim-Fast plan without a blender, I made compromises, which quickly turned into full-blown surrender.
Sure, I could've gone right out and bought a new blender, but you know how it's a poor workman who blames his tools? Well, it's a poor dieter who blames his appliances.
It was just too easy to lapse, so I must have been ready to do exactly that. With the holidays here, I don't have much incentive to get strict with myself again. Cookies will be baked, and will be partaken of. It's the natural order of things.
That's why we have January, to take care of our failings and weaknesses. Resolutions seem so righteous when I make them that it doesn't really matter how long I take to break them.
I could go to bed every night swearing to get up early the next morning and work diligently all day, and I'll feel good about myself for however long I actually believe I'll follow through. I can make myself over 365 times next year, a little better each time. Imagine what an improvement I'll have made by the time 2002 rolls around.